You must have been there, mc, did you travel over with phil thompson?
Watery vegetable soup, a “roast” chicken “dinner”, finished off with pavlova. A throwback to the 70s and 80s, must have been chosen to help thommo feel at ease in belfast.
The soup had veg in it but tasted of fuck all. The “roast” chicken was literally out of a bag of chicken breasts and was still nearly the same colour as it would have been raw. The cunt just poured a bag of chicken breasts onto an oven tray and cooked, fuck the seasoning, fuck doing an actual chicken breast on the bone with the skin still on. Fuck all that. The “roast” potatoes were a blatant violation of the trades description act and a filling i got at the age of 19 fell out when i took the first bite out of it. The veg was boiled into oblivion, it was boiled so much that all the colours basically morphed into one browny green colour, this includes the carrots that were in the mix. If the mash wasn’t from a packet of smash then i will wear ed’s pouch for a week. On the plus side, there was a gravy boat doing the rounds. You had to put your hand up for the gravy boat though, as apparently they don’t leave those at the table. I put my hand. Some woman came over to the table, she looked at me like she wanted to glass me. I asked for gravy and she obliged and turned my already shit dinner into what looked like a nuclear accident now floating on the surface a lake of shite coloured slop.
